Emery never expected to be in this position with a fairly good looking guy pinned underneath her, and when she went to respond to him, she found she could not remember her own name.

"I'm...uh...well-"

"EMERY ALLISON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Suddenly Emery's head shot in the direction of the high pitched voice which belonged to her unhappy mother.

Suddenly Emery was able to overcome her momentary paralysis and practically dove off Fred in a feeble attempt to make her mom think she had never been there. "Look mom, it's not what you think, I was just running and he jumped out in front of me..." she dropped her gaze to the floor knowing this was just a lost cause and prepared herself for the brutal punishment of not only leaving the house, but also being discovered on top of some boy she had never met before.

Emery and her mom began walking towards the house together, when Fred and George stepped in.

"Wait a second ma'am," George started.

"Yeah, it wasn't her fault, we were just kidding around," Fred continued.

"If you'd just come back to our house-"

"-I'm sure we could all sit down and get this figured out." Emery had to hand it to the guys; they had perfected the innocent act. However, considering Emery had quite the innocent face herself which her mother was quite immune to, she was blown away when her mother sighed defeated and followed the boys back to their home. She just stood there for a second, dumbstruck, before running ahead to catch up with them.

When they arrived at what she had been told was The Burrow, the twins led them in the door into a kitchen which held a red-headed woman dictating a lunch preparation. She turned around and looked quizzically between Emery and her mother, whose appearance looked much like an older version of her, until her eyes fell on her two sons, each avoiding eye contact. "Oh no, what have you two done to cause parents to come complaining again?"

They both looked up at her stern gaze before eyes darting back towards the ground, mumbling incoherent excuses.

Then Emery's mother stepped in, "Hi, I'm Sarah, we just moved in a couple weeks ago."

"I'm Molly, and what exactly brings you over here with my boys?" They started chatting like they had known each other for years.

Fred leaned in close to your ear, "It's best to run away before they remember exactly what you've done to upset them."

The three snuck away and ran up the stairs giggling before they stopped at a door and the twins spun around to face Emery while crossing their arms identically.

"So..." George began, "What exactly were you doing back there?"

"Were you, spying on us?" Fred asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"Well, you see I never meant to, but you guys were so clever with all your schemes," She saw their chests puff up at this, "But, you always went about it all wrong. I just couldn't help but watch you repeatedly fail." And with that, their expressions turned defensive, as her smirk widened to match their previous ones.

"Oh yeah, and what exactly would you know about pranking Emery?" Fred questioned.

She pushed past him into the empty room and said, "There's a lot about me you'll just have to learn." She walked over to a bed and plopped down, with a new confidence she did not have when first confronted with these boys.

Soon everyone Emery had seen in the backyard was in the twins' bedroom and they were all chatting happily about school starting. She was glad to have made some friends that she could be at home with, but with all the talk of school, she couldn't help but miss the girls from home and decided to write to them later.

There was a knock at the door about an hour later and Emery's mom poked her head in, "Come on sweetie, I think it's time to go home." She hopped up off the bed and headed for the door, but suddenly an arm shot out across the frame and she looked up at Fred.

"How about you come back tomorrow and we can see just how smart you actually are." He raised his eyebrows in question. She just smirked up at him, winked, ducked under his arm, and ran down the stairs and back home after her mom.

The next morning, Emery walked downstairs in her boy shorts and white tank top headed towards her kitchen for breakfast. She was definitely not a morning person, and as she was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she stopped dead in her tracks when Molly Weasley and her mother were laughing about something and drinking coffee.

Her mom turned around with a chipper smile, "Good morning sweetie, why don't you get ready, and then Molly tells me her boys have been asking for you all morning."

She wasn't sure where this new mom came from. Back home, Emery had been under strict rules and curfews all the time, especially regarding boys. However, she wasn't about to question the influence the beautiful English countryside, and possibly the laidback parenting style of Molly if it gave her more freedom in the world.

Emery grabbed a bagel and ran back upstairs to get herself ready for the day. Though she could perform wandless magic without being traced by wizarding officials, she most of the time opted to live like a normal person. Her cautious ways were possibly because she didn't want to push her luck of getting caught, but also she just liked the simplicity of life sometimes. Emery threw on some jeans and a tight turquoise tank that showed off the few curves she had quite nicely. Then she attempted to tame her unruly brown hair by throwing it into a messy bun on top of her head. She usually didn't bother with makeup because she didn't want to hide her freckles or waste any time with it. With a parting glance at the mirror, she ran out the front door of her house. Her dad was outside with a man who had quite obviously the Weasley red hair and they were taking a look at the lawnmower her dad, Collin had purchased.

"Bye daddy, see you later."

"See ya hun," he replied pulling her into a hug and giving her a quick kiss on her forehead. Unlike most fathers and daughters, Emery and her dad only got closer as she grew up and she would never get tired of being his little princess.

She then took off towards the Burrow eager to hang out with her new friends. However, as she slowed to a jog nearing the front of the house, it seemed eerily empty and the front door was open just a creak. She slowly walked up to the front door when she spotted a patch of orange hair in the flowerbed under the front window. Suddenly it made a lot of sense that she was about to walk into a huge setup. Emery decided it was time to show the Weasley twins just what she was capable of and fight back.

She smirked to herself and stepped through the door to the Burrow preparing for the worst. For about two seconds, nothing happened, and then all of a sudden all the kitchen equipment began throwing things at her. Water was soaking her head to foot from the sink, a bowl and whisk was beating pancake batter into her hair, and a sifter was covering her with a dusting of powdered sugar, among other things. It was like a high school food fight that was all directed at one target. Through the mess of food, she saw Fred at the bottom of the stairs smirking right at her with one eyebrow raised cockily.

Suddenly the pandemonium in the kitchen came to an end, and Fred began walking towards her in a slow and deliberate manner and got right up in her face. For a second her breathing began to get jagged and uneven and she was forgetting her need for revenge. That is, until he turned around facing back up the stairs and yelled, "Hey guys! It looks like breakfast is on Emery today!" That definitely snapped her out of her trance.

She jumped on him and tried to get him a little taste of his medicine by getting some of the mess on him as well. However, her petite frame was no match for Fred and he ran over to the couch and flipped her over his head and onto the plush cushions, "Now, Em...it's cute to think you can hang with us, but George and I have pranking down to an art, we've been doing this for quite some time now."

If there was one thing Emery couldn't stand, it was when someone underestimated her, "Oh really Fred, because it seems to me that you haven't even given me a fair chance yet."

Her tone was becoming bitterer and their faces were coming closer together while she started glaring.

"Well Emery I can't baby-sit you and tell you when it's your turn, pranking is all about timing."

Suddenly George chimed in, "Alright you two, enough already, give it up and let Emery go get clean." But it was too late, Fred had pushed her over the edge, and she decided to let him in on her little secret in the best way possible. Just when he held out his hand to help her up, she sent ten pies from the kitchen flying at him with her wandless abilities, never breaking eye contact with him or losing her confident smirk.